Monday, due to rain, we walked at 7:30 AM not daybreak at 7. As Beau and I wandered, the sun topped the tallest trees, painting each limb with sunshine. I missed the first few minutes because I do not use my phone while walking. The beauty was calling to me.
The freshly washed grass and trees were slowly painted with beauty, our ears listened to the music of birds gone crazy from the rain.
It was so beautiful I stopped and asked Beau to Stay and he did, and stayed twice more, once for each of these trees.
Beau was poking his nose here and there and suddenly he flushed a covey of Doves, about 12, I think! I felt a total rush of feelings. the sound of the wings, the site of them lifting suddenly, the sun glinting on their wings, my soul soared with the beauty.
In the midst of our lives, we must find the magic that makes our souls soar.